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“BELOVED!” Lugnut barrelled into Strika’s command room, barely remembering to open the door first. Her consort was covered in soot and energon but – she noted with approval – none of it was his own.
His arms were full of brightly-glowing cubes. She licked her lips. Good Lugnut.
The rest of team Chaar backed off to the edges of the room, or out of it altogether, Strika didn’t care – they could watch and envy, or not. Lugnut, and anything he brought with him, was hers, and they knew it.
Lugnut threw himself on his knees, arms outstretched toward Strika, just barely managing not to drop any of his glowing, explosive cargo. “THE VERY BEST AUTOBOT VINTAGES! THEY DEFENDED THEM TO THE LAST BOT, MY BELOVED GENERAL OF DESTRUCTION! BUT IT WAS TO NO AVAIL! I BRING THEM ALL HOME TO YOU MY GENERAL!”
“Good, Lugnut, good.” Strika said, taking a cube in one hand and petting Lugnut on the top of the head with the other.
“ANYTHING FOR YOUR APPROVAL, MY GENERAL OF DESTRUCTION, ANYTHING!” Lugnut gazed up at her in adoration and actually stopped talking as she unsealed the cube and brought it to her mouth, taking just a moment to scan the cube for poisons, just in case.
It came out clean, and high-quality, at that. She sipped. And moaned. It had been a long, long time since she’d had anything that good. Chaar’s energon production facilities were growing fast, but they focused on producing basic military rations, not the luxury fuels like this.
“DOES IT MEET YOUR APPROVAL, MY GENERAL?” Lugnut was quivering with anxiety at his consort’s feet, unable to stand the suspense any longer.
“Yes, my consort,” Strika said, rubbing his helm fondly as she drank deeper.
“I LIVE TO PLEASE YOU, MY GENERAL, YOU AND MY LORD MEGATRON. I WILL PUT ASIDE HALF THE CUBES AGAINST OUR LORD’S RETURN, WITH YOUR PERMISSION, MY GENERAL.”
Strika smiled down at him. No other Decepticon truly believed in Megatron’s return, but there was no convincing Lugnut otherwise. His faith was part of his charm. “Put the rest of the cubes aside and come closer, Lugnut,” she decreed. “Let me reward you.”
“YES, OF COURSE, MY BELOVED OF DESTRUCTION, IF YOU FIND ME WORTHY!” Lugnut hastily stacked the cubes to the side and snuggled close to his consort.
She pulled him closer, putting as much of Lugnut as she could on her lap. She did enjoy how big and warm he was, especially fresh from a battle.
“I ALWAYS ENJOY YOUR REWARDS, MY GENERAL!” Lugnut snuggled into her, situating himself as closely and as comfortably as he could. “TO BE ALLOWED TO BE SO CLOSE IN YOUR PRESENCE IS THE GREATEST HONOR A DECEPTICON COULD WISH EXCEPT OF COURSE –”
She cut him off there, giving him his first taste of the energon from her own lips.
Lugnut moaned, for a moment even Megatron forgotten as he opened his mouth for his consort, eagerly taking in both the fuel and his General’s tongue.
She gave him the next taste from her fingers, watching fondly as he licked and sucked devotedly, not letting a single drop go to waste.
“Such a good consort,” she told him, taking a sip for herself as he licked between her fingers, gazing up at her in adoration but not speaking with his mouth full. She could feel her vents starting to run harder in her chest. This fuel was powerful stuff, and Lugnut had such a nice big mouth.
She spread her legs and pushed Lugnut back a little. “MY GENERAL?” He said, ready at any moment to abase himself for having failed to please.
“I’ve got something even better for you to drink,” she said, pulling him between her legs and opening up.
“THANK YOU, MY GENERAL OF DES–MMPH!!” And then there was nothing but happy slurpy sounds.